End: Blaze Does Not Get To Set Terms

Wait a gosh-durn minute, Lois Lane thought. Did I just let this CUNT trick me into marrying her? She agreed to obey everything I say! I'm not going to let her set terms for this relationship.

The reporter raised her right hand...and brought it down hard on the ass that, until not very long ago, had been hers. The former demon nearly jumped at the sudden flair of pain, but the reporter's left hand had grabbed her hip and held her tight against her dick.

"I think what we have here is a failure to communicate," Lois said. She leaned her hips back until only the head was plugging Blaze's butthole, and then rammed it back in until her great crimson balls smacked against the pussy underneath. "You agreed to do what I say. You want to marry me, you're going to have to earn it!"

Blaze shook her head, and cast one tear-filled violet eye over her shoulder at Lois...but the reporter had already grabbed both hips and was slowly humping her old ass. She reveled in the tightness. Snug, as Blaze had put it...but not quite as sweet as her pussy had been.

"And what must I do to earn your hand?" Blaze said.

The reporter grinned.

"Show me you can obey orders. You'll do what I say for as long as I say, and if you show me what a faithful servant you are, maybe I'll marry you." Lois punctuated her words by rubbing the red handprint on Blaze's ass. If she did it again, no doubt it would bruise...

"But the child!" Blaze protested. "You cannot wish for your child to be born a bastard."

Dammit, she's playing the babymama card, Lois thought to herself. I can't let her get to me like that. Have to show her I wear the pants in this relationship.

"Fine. Nine months. You have to obey everything I say for nine months. You keep my apartment clean. You don't do any villainy. Go to all your doctor's appointments, keep yourself fit, look after yourself and the baby. And if I want to roll over and fuck you in the middle of the night, you spread your legs and take it. If you're puking over the toilet with morning sickness and I decide to fuck your ass, you spread your cheeks. You do everything I say when I say it...and I'll let you waddle down the aisle, big as a house, and put my ring on your finger to claim you as my own for the rest of my life."

Blaze bit her lower lip. There were hot tears in her violet eyes. She squeezed her ass until Lois had trouble drawing her crimson cock out of the tight hole.

"I accept your bargain!" She said. "You will see. I will make you a good wife!"

"Good," Lois said. She panted, near her limit. "Good..."

The pressure was building at the root of Lois Lane's penis...and Blaze was making the kind of moans that the reporter had never made during sex. It was weird hearing her own voice like that...and weirder still how easily Blaze had caved.

Maybe that's what she wants, Lois wondered. What she always wanted. Somebody to take a firm hand and fuck her ass and take none of her sass. I mean, she is old, she's probably got a very old-fashioned viewpoint on things...and I don't know how much actual power she has while in my body.

The reporter imagined what Blaze would look like, waddling down the aisle while nine months pregnant. The great curve of her belly emphasized by a tight white dress, her tits swollen and threatening to spill out of their cups. What she herself would have looked like at a shotgun wedding...and something about that image struck her as particularly erotic. A part of her wanted to see that become a reality. To have everyone look at Blaze and know what she had done, to have her fat belly on display, and for everyone to know that it was Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter that had somehow, against all the laws of God and science, that had planted a baby in her.

Lois was still thinking that when she pulled her crimson cock out of her lover's hole and rubbed her cock over the crack of her ass. Hot black spunk sprayed onto the wide expanse of Blaze's back. Spurt after spurt of ebony jizz that contrasted starkly with the pale pink skin. The crimson cock shrank a little as the last drop of dark goo drizzled onto Blaze's lower back...and Blaze was left shaking on all fours.

She hadn't orgasmed...Lois could tell that, she knew all the signs from her own body...but she was definitely close.

"Keep your ass in the air," Lois ordered.

Blaze did. The dickgirl reporter lowered herself down until her face was level. Lois Lane's cunny was a dripping swamp of demonic cum...her ass was red and inflamed from the brutal hard fuck...and even the little pink taint between them looked sensitive and spattered with jizz.

The reporter's tongue ran from the cunny, over the taint, and dipped into the ass. Flavors warred with each other: salty, sour, and bitter, mixed and mingled. Blaze gave the kind of whorish moan that Lois Lane had only ever heard when she was on the verge of climax. Lois used her hands to peel her fucktoy's buttocks apart, her tongue diving down and up, down and up, over and over...she knew you should never go pink to stink and back again, but right now she didn't care. Cunt juice and demonic spunk dripped off her chin as she savagely attacked the two holes that by all rights were still hers...and she didn't stop, even when Blaze's moans turned into shrill screams, stifled only by the pillow she **** her face into.

Not until Blaze's legs gave out, and she collapsed face-first onto the bed, her body shaking uncontrollably.

The dickgirl reporter rubbed her sore jaw and admired her handiwork. No one knew how to get her off like she did herself...and her aching cock was already half-erect again...but another go would wait. After all, she had nine months to break Blaze in.

"You're going to keep your holes clean. For me," Lois Lane said. "And when I wake up in the morning, if I'm hard, I want you to suck me awake."

"Yes...my love," Blaze managed. She sounded tired, and Lois didn't blame her. It had been a long night out for her old body...and the reporter ran a proprietary hand over the soft flank of her thigh and ass. Wondered at whether Blaze really was pregnant...and a part of her really hoped it was so.

So many things had changed tonight. So many decisions had led to this outcome. Yet Lois Lane could honestly say...she didn't regret it for a moment. Tomorrow, maybe, she would. But tonight...no, not tonight.